Chapter Forty-Nine
Jaxon
I was an idiot. A horrible person. Tears threatened to come spilling out of my eyes at any second.
The unknown number that had called me turned out to be Kegan. While I was off being a coward, Grace had been kidnapped and I didn't even find out about it until a week later, because I was too selfish to check up on her and see how she was doing.
I was too busy worrying about her, that in the end it turned into selfishness. I wasn't protecting her, I was protecting myself.
The only reason I had broken up with her was because I thought she might be happier with someone like Kegan, who could be there for her at all times. I didn't want her to decide that long distance was too much for her, so I made the decision for her. And it was all my fault.
I missed her every second of the day. And I was so in love with her that it had blinded me.
To make matters worse, I had blamed the breakup on the magazine pictures that had come out with Kegan and her on the front page. I couldn't have hurt her in a worse way, and now I may never get to see her again.
"Jacob," I choked back, "I have to go back and see what I can do to help."
He was pacing the room with me, worried sick about Grace himself. The others had gone off to talk to management to figure out a way to put the tour on hold until we found her.
They were truly the best friends that anyone could ever ask for.
"I know, let's go find her." He said, with determination in his eyes.
I nodded, grabbing my suitcase.
Please forgive me, Grace, I thought desperately, I love you.